My Shadow, by Albert Ahearn
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My non-irradiated chum
A lifelong silent companion
That’s with me wherever I go
This faceless image called shadow.
It mimics each movement I make
Regardless asleep or awake
There are times in a darkened night
There’s no shadow from lack of light
Although it seems to disappear
At break of dawn it reappears
A wife I most love and adore
The love of my life I am sure
Can never be with certainty
Close as my shadow is to me.
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Posted: 2013-02-11 14:32:46 UTC |
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